Friday, August 13, 2010

A Small Friday Cookie

Flowering

Yesterday, my alarm went off, I dragged myself out of bed,felt the pain of an injury in a leg growing older,washed, goodmorninged, hugged, ate, kissed, and climbed into the car. Listening to the overwhelming headlines, I pushed the buttons six times, still inundated, and then pulled onto the long highway. A few miles in, out of the corner of my left eye, I saw a flash of yellow.It was a solitary sunflower, standing tall and bright in between the brown and gray metal dividers on the grassy median.It was almost smiling. I drove past and blinked, wondering: really?And as the cars passed, it bobbed, happily nodding yes.

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